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These Are the Thoughts… August 30, 2008

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There are five levels to Brian being drunk.

1. Tipsy
2. Silly
3. Fun
4. Angry
5. Sad

The last level is a scary place and not one where you want Brian. It comes with tears, often sobbing, blubbering, and ranting about nothing in particular. Last night we reached level 5. Thankfully, not many people paid notice and went about having a great time. My apologies to whomever I owe a dry cleaning bill to for completely drenching their shirt.
On a much happier note, here are some things I’m looking forward to this week:

Monday
Tuesday

Wednesday

I’m wet with anticipation. Or maybe that’s just the tears.

Who am I Anyway August 29, 2008

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It’s not a secret that I am vocal about my musical tastes. I love me some Alanis, I love me some Mraz, I love me some musicals. Something I’m not a fan of is country. Oh sure, I’ll like a Rascal Flatts song here and a Dixie Chicks song there, and of course everyone loves that “Any man of mine better be proud of me” song but for the most part country is kaka. I’m sorry, it’s just the way I feel.

Last night after a few beers with Matt.com (I have no idea why I just nicknamed him Matt.com, but it happened) I went home and downloaded Jessica Simpson’s new country cd.

The worst part? It done be good, ya’ll!!! Sure, all the songs sound EXACTLY the same (f’real, at one point I had to check cause I was all “didn’t I already listen to this song?”) but the melodies are actually really great and you have to admit that Jessica has a great voice. Plus, she really tones down her whole “oh yeah, ung, la la awhooooo hoo” pop thing that she does with her voice that drives me insane. The cd doesn’t come out for two more weeks but if you’re a fan of country…or even just good albums…I dunno…I might just say check it out…and now I’m hating myself for recommending a Jessica Simpson album AND a country album. WHO AM I ANYWAY?….uh oh….I feel a song coming on….

Am I my resume?

That is a picture of a person I don’t know…what does he want from me? What should I try to be? So many faces all around and here I goooooo I need…..this job….dear God, I need…this show….a 5, 6, 7, 8!!!

Okay. I have to seriously get to work. I just found out that the girl who’s position I’m taking over hasn’t done her reconciliation reports since FEBRUARY!! So that’s a fun eight days of work for me….looking forward to a low-key weekend and perhaps some video gaming and Gossip Girling.

New to New York August 28, 2008

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As I near my 1 year anniversary of being in New York, I find myself reflecting a lot on my life. Is this where I thought I would be when I first moved here? Did I make the friends I thought I would make? Has the city changed me? And all of those questions will be answered on my 1 year anniversary post, happening on September 22nd. Seriously. Be here ya’ll, it’s gonna be off the chain. In the meantime, however, please read this article from the New York Times that I found. It sheds a little light on what it’s like to live your first year in New York.

Newcomers Adjust, Eventually, to New York

By CARA BUCKLEY
Published: August 26, 2008
Sometime over the course of a person’s first year in New York, there usually comes that moment. It can happen in the first days or weeks, or after 10 months. It can happen repeatedly, or without people noticing, at least not at first.

Newcomers suddenly realize either that the city is not working for them or that they are inexorably becoming part of it, or both. They find themselves walking and talking faster.

The subway begins to make sense. Patience is whittled away; sarcasm often ensues. New friends are made, routines established, and city life begins to feel like second nature. In other words, newcomers find themselves becoming New Yorkers.

“It can be lonely, very lonely, and I knew I would find it hard,” said Lisa Phin, 25, who moved to New York from Dallas in late May, and is building a network of friends through events listed on Web sites like Meetup.com. “But if you can stick it out for one year, you’re home free.”

Rebecca Thompson’s moment happened shortly after she moved to the city in January. On a visit home to Oklahoma, Ms. Thompson, 24, found herself flummoxed when a hostess at a party and everyone else there were inexplicably acting so nice.

Gabrielle Sirkin’s moment came on the heels of Thanksgiving Day last year, five months after she moved to New York. Every day until then, she felt as if she was doing battle daily with the city. But suddenly, on a night flight to Kennedy International Airport from California, Ms. Sirkin, 26, caught sight of the glittering skyline, and, to her great surprise, felt a surge of joy.

“I was really caught off guard by my reaction,” she said. “But I could see Central Park, and the lights on the Chrysler Building, and I wasn’t looking at it as a tourist. I was looking at it as though I was home.”

Ian Ingersoll’s moment happened within weeks of his move from Seattle to New York last fall. He suddenly found himself exasperated by slow moving pedestrians, and, like a true New Yorker, began darting around them instead.

“That was when I realized I was getting in sync with the city,” Mr. Ingersoll, 25, said.
For newcomers, there is often great comfort in these flashes of recognition, which can serve as signposts along the often arduous path to integration with New York.

For Mr. Ingersoll, the sense of getting aligned with New York felt like balm, because the city, for all of its exquisite appeal, ended up nearly breaking his spirit.

Mr. Ingersoll painstakingly saved $8,000 over a year and a half in Seattle, working three jobs to prepare for life in the city of his dreams. He burned through it in no time when he could not find full-time work. While he had admired New Yorkers’ famed acerbic attitude from afar, he found the brusqueness wounding once here. Making friends also proved hard; Mr. Ingersoll spent last Christmas wandering alone through Central Park.

But slowly, more than halfway through that crucial first year, life is brightening for Mr. Ingersoll, who is an actor. A close friend moved here, too, and now shares Mr. Ingersoll’s basement apartment in Union City, N.J. Mr. Ingersoll found a full-time job and has an audition or two lined up.

“I knew it wasn’t going to be easy — it was something I had to do,” said Mr. Ingersoll, who grew up in Alaska. “I am in love with the city. And what relationship is good if you don’t work for it?”
Young people have flocked to New York City by the tens of thousands for generations, to chase their dreams and test their mettle. And they continue to come in strong numbers. In 2006, nearly 77,000 people in their 20s had been in the city for a year or less, according to the annual study by the United States Census Bureau for that year.

But for many, the thrill of arrival is often tempered by the sinking realization of what an alienating place the city can be, especially for those who are not wealthy or who do not have a pre-existing network of friends. Nothing comes easily, even if one can get past the dauntingly high cost of living. The subway maze seems indecipherable. People are everywhere, but ignore each other on the street. Friends might live in distant neighborhoods, and seeing them often requires booking time, like an appointment, weeks in advance.

“Any time I want to see someone and catch up with someone, everyone takes out their BlackBerrys and says, ‘This weekend isn’t good; how about three weeks from now?’ “ said Ms. Sirkin, who moved to New York from Milan in June 2007. “How can you form really good and solid relationships with people if you see them once a month?”

Not every newcomer has trouble adjusting. Alexis Vuatrin, 27, from France, said that New York fit him from the start. The skyline, the bustle and the taxis seemed familiar, thanks to movies and TV shows, and he quickly fell into a sprawling group of French friends. Then again, Mr. Vuatrin had already lived in Geneva, Paris and Hildesheim, near Hanover, in Germany.
And by comparison, he said, “The people in the street here are so nice, and smiling.”

But nice is a relative thing. Boris Chen, 22, moved to New York from California early in July for a job with a finance company in Midtown. He is still trying to stomach what feels to him like a whole new brand of rude.

Mr. Chen also had to get over his lingering childhood fear of taxi drivers, which he believed came from movies. “I always thought any time I got into taxis they were going to kidnap me, and I was going to die,” he said.

That fear is behind him, largely because Mr. Chen refuses to indulge in it, and he is tackling city life systematically. He is cultivating friendships with people he met while apartment hunting on Craigslist. Through them, he has learned valuable insider city tips, like what kind of subway pass to buy (30-day unlimited), and whether he should tip deliverymen (yes) or doormen (it depends).

“Learning the transportation is sort of what I’m working on right now,” said Mr. Chen, who lives with two roommates on the Upper East Side. “I’m pretty good with the subways now, but at night it’s a little weird, and I don’t really know how that works.”

Ms. Phin already finds herself getting annoyed more easily, even though she arrived from Texas only two months ago. The culture at her job, as a marketer for an engineering company, was a lot more abrasive than she had expected. “Nothing is sugarcoated,” she said. And so, she is finding herself growing a tougher skin. “I thought I’d bring my niceness with me,” she said, “but already I feel an edge developing. Because you need to, to deal.”

Ms. Thompson, a native of Oklahoma who moved from Chicago six months ago, has adjusted to New York life relatively easily, she said, largely because she interned here a few summers ago. She also has friends from college in the city, and has made new ones through her church, St. Paul the Apostle.

But the city has changed Ms. Thompson, who lives in Hell’s Kitchen near the tourist-clogged streets of Times Square. “I’ve definitely become the pushy New Yorker who has to get around everyone on the sidewalk,” she said.

During a recent week back home in Oklahoma, Ms. Thompson said she found herself holding doors for others, but she was transformed again immediately upon her return. “I had a horrible flight,” she said, “and I snapped back.”

There also usually comes a time, early on, when newcomers must accept that the city is a power greater than they are.

“My friend said, ‘The city abuses you, and you just have to abuse it back,’ ” said Ms. Sirkin, who grew up in California and moved to New York reluctantly, after having visa problems in Italy last year. “The subway doesn’t work in the morning, and you’re a half-hour late for work, and that’s not in your control. You have to find ways of surviving.”

Ms. Sirkin’s friend Sarah Kasbeer also recalled being consumed by a common strain of existential New York City angst: the sense that no matter where one is, something better is happening — the real New York is in full swing — somewhere else.

“When I first got here, I’d go out in the city with people I worked with, and I felt I was missing something,” said Ms. Kasbeer, who moved to New York from Milan in 2006. I was going to clubs in Chelsea, the Lower East Side, things I wouldn’t do now.”

But sometime during her first year, she stopped trying so hard. “I just realized that I didn’t need to find ‘it,’ that my place in the city would fall into place,” she said. “Now I don’t make an effort; I roll with things. It’s not just the city, it’s yourself that you have to deal with as well.”

Ms. Sirkin continued to resist feeling part of New York long after her revelatory experience last Thanksgiving. And, yet she has begun to come around, taking acting and photography classes, and forging new friendships. It took a year, she said, but now, at last, she is starting to feel connected with what she describes as “this terrifying city.”

“Every day you encounter situations where you have to step out of your safety zone, and it’s really kind of a self-discovery experience,” she said. “I see myself fighting it, but I also I see myself, every day, becoming a New Yorker.”

OMG….OMG….OMG…. August 27, 2008

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Ugh. I can’t handle it. I’m so FRAKKIN excited!!!!!

Adventures in Traveling August 27, 2008

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Living in New York, public transportation is your friend. Not your best friend, or even your good friend, but a friend. It can be moody and break down on you or shut a door in your face, or really nice to you and arrive just as you’re getting to the station. It can be hot tempered and have the air conditioning go out, or a giver of warmth on a cold winter’s night. We would be lost without it. However, having ridden the Subway more often lately I’ve had some adventures and noticed some things that I’d like to share with you. Now.

1. “These is my babies”
Every now and then, you’ll see crazies on the train asking for money or food or advice or whatever they choose to beg for. Being more financially stable, I do give money from time to time, but only if they make me laugh or perform or something. Seriously. You have to work for my dollar. Last night on my way down to Anthony’s, a woman came on the train. With her she had a child in a stroller and probably a five or six year old with her. All of a sudden, a booming voice comes out of this woman’s mouth: “EXCUSE ME. I AM SORRY TO BOTHER YOU BUT THESE IS MY BABIES AND I AM ASKING YOU FOR ANY FOOD OR DRINKS YOU CAN GIVE US. AS I SAID, THESE IS MY BABIES AND THEY ARE HUNGRY. I ASSURE YOU THIS IS NOT A LIE, THESE IS MY BABIES.” Sad, right? Except it really wasn’t. The older girl had highlights in her hair which made me wonder if the woman had a day where she was like “hmm…highlights or dinner?” Plus, I know she’s possibly poor but “these is my babies.” Come on. It’s like you’re handing me the joke on a silver platter. How do you expect me to leave the phrase “these is my babies” alone?
2. A Queen in Queens

I hurt my finger. Did ya hear? Well today I had a checkup and I made sure to schedule it very early as last time I was in the waiting room for an hour and ended up being late for work. Today, however, I was in and out in twenty minutes which was great so I decided to just go in to work early. I transferred trains at 59th street and I saw the N train was getting ready to leave the station. I thought “ooh, the N train goes right to work!” So I ran to catch it, just barely making it. The woman gets on the loud speaker to tell us the next stop and says “Next top, Queensboro Bridge.” UH……THAT’S NOT 49TH STREET, THAT’S QUEENS! Queens!

I looked up to see if there was a “stop” string to pull like on buses but unfortunately subways don’t work that way. Luckily I had plenty of time before I needed to be at work but it was an unexpected detour that didn’t exactly help my mood.

3. 7:00 am

You’d think that the busy time of the morning to travel on the subway would be 8, or 9 am. Oh hell no, 7 am is where it’s AT, ya’ll!!! I could not believe how busy it was–I had to practically fight my way on a few trains. I get a bit overwhelmed by crowds in New York sometimes.
I don’t know who doesn’t. And at 7am, crowds make me a little crazy in my head. The train coming back from Queens this morning was so crowded I had somebody’s hand in my crotch the entire way back. But I literally could not move and neither could the other person. That’s the beauty of the subway though–sometimes you have a seat to yourself and sometimes you get felt up at 7am.
4. The Hulk lives again

I kinda broke up a fight on the subway last week. Okay, not really, but kinda. I’m heading down to Ant’s, listening to my Ipod, when all of a sudden right in front of my face this white touristy guy and this Italian or Iranian or middle eastern looking business man start shouting “F you” to each other. Only, they weren’t saying “F.” Can you imagine if they did though? “F You!” “No, F You!” Not very fierce. Anyway, so I think they were fighting because the business man did not want to give the touristy guy’s mom his seat but he ended up doing so begrudgingly. The white guy must not have liked the way he was talking so he got up in his face. Well on trains sometimes people are all over the place, bumping into each other. The train just happened to swerve while they were fighting so the businessman accidentally bumped into the white guy’s wife. Mr. Tourist did not like this and pushed the businessman back. Keep in mind this is happening RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Businessman clearly was heading back to beat the white guy’s ass but my manly instincts leaped into action and I, along with a black guy standing by the door, grabbed the businessman and held him back. He wasn’t struggling too bad–I think he had enough sense to know that he shouldn’t be fighting–and got off at the next stop which luckily came fast. I don’t know what made me stop him from fighting, as normally I run away screaming from a fight. As it was though, I was totally shaking a good twenty minutes afterwards. Too bad I kept my shiv in my other pair of dress pants.
See boys? That’s why you should date me. I’ve got pretty eyes

I break up fights


and I just got a promotion at work. Oh, what’s that? I didn’t mention I got a promotion? 😉

Ow. August 26, 2008

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Item #4,334 that is unpleasant to fall into whilst playing Beer Pong.

And you’d think that would be common knowledge….

Cutest Baby Ever Alert August 25, 2008

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Ugh. I can’t stand it. Adorable. Who wants to buy one with me?!

Wii Done Broke Me August 25, 2008

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Happy Monday everyone. And what a day it is–it’s cloudy, the stocks are down, disappointment is in the air…take a big whiff everyone. *SNIFF* Oh yeah…that’s good stuff. Despite my feelings about being at work today, I actually had a really great weekend. Let’s start with the most exciting bit of news:

I bought an iPhone, ya’ll!!! It wasn’t cheap but it sure is pretty and SO COOL!! I’m happy to finally have a grown up phone after the free pieces of crap I would get every year. Did I mention it’s so pretty?

Friday night the boys and I went to see a double feature: The House Bunny and Hamlet 2. The House Bunny was everything you’d think it would be. Funny, silly, and completely vapid.

Hamlet 2, on the other hand, was a bit of a disappointment. And by ‘disappointment’ I mean it completely blew. It had a lot of the right elements and some really great cast members (Catherine Keener, Amy Pohler, David Arquette. Actually, scratch that last one) but as a whole it did not work at all. It left us all with a funny taste in our mouths and not a good funny. More like a “okay, what kind of sushi was that” sort of funny. After the movie BFF, Beaux and I decided to go out for “one drink” which of course turned into “six beers and three Jaeger shots.”

Saturday I woke up and went to the gym which ended up being a very short trip as the tv’s were broken and my Ipod was dead. I’m sorry but it’s nearly impossible to work out without some kind of noise around you. I was the only one at the gym too so it’s even like I had anything pretty to look at. After the gym BFF and I grabbed some lunch, the previously mentioned iPhone, and went to hang out at Barnes and Nobles. We then made evening plans. What started out as a mini hang out with Bridge turned into a Wii night at Anthony’s. Wii!!!!!!!

It was SO. MUCH. FUN. Kaka Kido,

Matt, Bridget, Andrea, Rachel, Page Six, Scott D and Ravey were all there for the majority of the night and JamieJamie Moore, Husband, and Scott Evans joined us later. It was awesome to have all my favorite people in one room–I’m a lucky boy.

Due to the fact that I drank heavily and really got in to the Wii punching game…my right arm, shoulder, and back are KILLING me today. As in it hurts to lift my arm. Between that and my finger, and I’m a walking bag of ‘ouch’ today.

After a late night and an even later sleeping in, I went over to Husband’s house to play a little Mario Kart. We discovered his X-Men game around 4pm and next thing I know it’s 11:30 pm and I’m heading home. 11:30!!!!! I haven’t played video games that long in….I don’t know how long! It has been since my cats chewed through the Playstation cords, that’s for sure.

At any rate, we had a fantastic time and still had fun even after Scott D decided to just walk off the cliff. Twice. In a row. And the second time he was Rogue which is doubly lame because Rogue can fly and she wouldn’t have died if she had walked off a cliff, she just would have flown back up and saved herself. We almost voted him off the team, but decided against it. He’s too pretty to do that.

For some reason it took me a very long time to fall asleep last night. Like, 3:30 am hard time to fall asleep. It was not okay. But I’m here, and I have a fake smile on my face, and it’s a half day on Friday and that makes everything okay!!

T G I F F August 22, 2008

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My mother is right–I do need more sleep. This is the third day in a row that I’ve been ready to fall asleep at my desk within the first hour. Not helping the cause is the fact that it’s a summer Friday and therefore everyone (including assistants) is gone. And by ‘everyone’ I do mean the majority of the bankers and like four assistants. I may exaggerate from time to time. Hopefully Buffy will entertain me enough today to stay awake.
Rocked some Mario Kart last night. I have to say, I’ve never played it drunk before. Note to self: Drunk Mario Kart is HARD!!! Then I went home and cried while watching “The Cho Show.” I’m an emotional mess when drunk lately.

Gwen Stefani had her baby. And named it Zuma. ZUMA!!!

Homegirl knows where its at. Ya’ll know I love me some Zuma. Or at least I did until Josh Moon accidentally deleted it from my computer.

Happy Birthday to Tori Amos.

There are some artists that come along and completely change the way you look at music and the world in general. Tori is one of those for me. A lot of people don’t “get” her style of music but she’s something of a fine wine–an acquired taste if you will.

Not sure what the weekend holds but if all goes as planned I’ll be the owner of an IPhone come Monday!!

You Know You’re a Cat Lady When… August 21, 2008

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There are many animals that if someone said they had them as a pet, one might say “Eek! Ew! I can’t believe you own that!”

Snake…

Bat…

Rat…

Even a fish might be scary

So why is it, every time I tell a person that I own two cats

They always say “Ew!! Gross! I hate cats! I can’t believe you own cats! You’re so disgusting! I”ll never be able to fall in love with you because you own cats! I’m allergic!” It feels like everyone says they’re allergic to cats, yet every time they hang around cats, they’re magically not anymore. And of course if someone says they own a dog, everyone around them says “oh wow! You have a dog?! How cool! How cute! You’re so much more attractive right now!!”

Really? Really?

Yeah, that dog’s sooooooo cute!!!! Adorable, in fact. I’ve seen all kinds of ugly dogs but have I ever seen an ugly cat?

Mmm……nope. And look–I’m not hating on dogs. I love dogs. My family has had three of them and our current one is the shit. I even consider myself more of a dog person than a cat person. I’m simply hating on the reaction that I get every time I tell someone I have cats. Oh–I’m sorry that I saved two innocent creatures from certain death. Excuse me for doing what I can to better two adorable creatures’ lives!

I got Carrie and Mr. Big back in the summer of 2006. I had just gone through a big breakup and thought that I needed something that would love me unconditionally. I knew that a dog would be too big of a responsibility for me to handle on my own so I started looking for cats. The minute I saw Carrie I knew she was the one for me…in a completely shallow “oh she’s so pretty” sense. At first I wasn’t too keen on the idea of having two kittens but once I heard their story I couldn’t resist. According to Julie (the women who gave them to me), her sister was about to leave from her trailer park in Arizona to visit her. She noticed, underneath a trailer and in 116 degree heat, two newborn kittens. Apparently Mr. Big, at the time she found her, was two hours from death. This woman’s sister drove to Utah with the kittens because she knew that Julie had cats and was an animal lover. Julie nursed them back to health (apparently they both could fit in tea cups when she first got them) but due to the fact that she already had four cats (four!! Eek!) she was unable to keep them. I mentioned to her that I only wanted one but Julie did not want to separate them and I understood as they had already been through a lot. Julie took care of all the spaying and declawing for me and gave me food, litter box, water, toys, treats, the works–it was a huge help as I don’t think I realized just how much a financial burden pets can be. Two years later….here we are. So there you have it–the story of how Mr. Big and Carrie came to be. Yet ONE MORE story about my cats.

Oh, and for those of you who say that cats are gross because they “shit in the house and then you have to clean it up,” guess what else shits in the house?

And then you have to clean up after it. And then it grows up and resents you. I rest my case.